[closed] / Not worth dying for
Characters: Leia, Han, and Chewbacca
Location: Han's ship
Planet: Funny you should mention that...
When: Around nowish.
What: Kidnapping? Enforced draft-dodging? A basic Han and Leia style lover's quarrel? All of the above?
Rating: PG
Leia hadn't spoken to Han since their argument about whether she was or wasn't going to obey her draft orders. So she was surprised and rather gratified when she got an entirely courteous message from him asking her to come visit so he could apologize properly.
Also suspicious as hell. Han? Apologize? Did he know how?
Things seemed normal enough when she arrived, however. He was unusually quiet, but that could be worry. Leia knew very well that Han worried about her, regardless of whether or not he admitted it; that'd been even more the case since the attack. If she went off to war, he'd worry more, and if she did so while obeying a summons he'd take it as an insult. If only she could get a political position in this blasted place, where she might be able to do some good...but she hadn't yet had a chance to meet with Senator Petrelli, and worse, he'd been another victim of the serial killer she'd witnessed, who apparently hadn't limited himself to Jedi after all. She hadn't heard of the senator returning yet, though she was waiting for it. She was anxious to talk to someone who might have some influence.
Well, that was for later. For now, Leia followed Han on board, yielding gracefully to his suggestion that they have this conversation somewhere less public. Sooner or later it'd probably turn to shouting, knowing them, and while they certainly had public arguments she'd just as soon not start one in the hangar. He even held open a door for her.
...and then slammed it shut behind her, locking it. Quick footsteps moved down the hallway towards the cockpit.
Leia blinked. Her eyes narrowed, and she flung herself at the door, trying the lock and then beating on the door itself with her fists. He wouldn't. He wouldn't dare.
...yes, he certainly would.
"Han, you blasted double-crossing piece of Bantha dung, LET ME OUT OF HERE!!"
Location: Han's ship
Planet: Funny you should mention that...
When: Around nowish.
What: Kidnapping? Enforced draft-dodging? A basic Han and Leia style lover's quarrel? All of the above?
Rating: PG
Leia hadn't spoken to Han since their argument about whether she was or wasn't going to obey her draft orders. So she was surprised and rather gratified when she got an entirely courteous message from him asking her to come visit so he could apologize properly.
Also suspicious as hell. Han? Apologize? Did he know how?
Things seemed normal enough when she arrived, however. He was unusually quiet, but that could be worry. Leia knew very well that Han worried about her, regardless of whether or not he admitted it; that'd been even more the case since the attack. If she went off to war, he'd worry more, and if she did so while obeying a summons he'd take it as an insult. If only she could get a political position in this blasted place, where she might be able to do some good...but she hadn't yet had a chance to meet with Senator Petrelli, and worse, he'd been another victim of the serial killer she'd witnessed, who apparently hadn't limited himself to Jedi after all. She hadn't heard of the senator returning yet, though she was waiting for it. She was anxious to talk to someone who might have some influence.
Well, that was for later. For now, Leia followed Han on board, yielding gracefully to his suggestion that they have this conversation somewhere less public. Sooner or later it'd probably turn to shouting, knowing them, and while they certainly had public arguments she'd just as soon not start one in the hangar. He even held open a door for her.
...and then slammed it shut behind her, locking it. Quick footsteps moved down the hallway towards the cockpit.
Leia blinked. Her eyes narrowed, and she flung herself at the door, trying the lock and then beating on the door itself with her fists. He wouldn't. He wouldn't dare.
...yes, he certainly would.
"Han, you blasted double-crossing piece of Bantha dung, LET ME OUT OF HERE!!"